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Photos from the party

As promised -here are photos of Ginny’s Birthday Party.

And for those who don’t do the youtube thing. Here are a few single pictures from the event.

We played this fun game where one person has to guard the treasure chest full of party favors and other people have to try to steal them…without getting caught. The catch of course is that the guard is blindfolded and only has two pillows as ammunition to throw at the interlopers.

Stephen guarding the "treasure"

Ginny...approaching the treasure

Everyone played. If you tried to grab treasure and got caught, it became your turn to guard. Loads of fun and works well even in a confined space. What makes this game non-dangerous even for little kids is that the squishy pillows we used were thrown at the interlopers. Never used to HIT. so no one gets hurt.

Then we brought out the cake. The full video of that is on my previous post, but there are also slides in the slide show (above) that weren’t in the video that you need to see. I think this is my favorite.

sharing the cake

Or maybe this one where she is offering cake to anyone else who might want some.

cake anyone?

Ginny voluntarily fed me, my mom and Martin handfulls of her cake. And then started offering cake to anyone end everyone. Oddly enough there were no takers. I just don’t understand why!

After cake, Ginny was taken away to be bathed.

Proud Papa & sugar-stuffed baby

While Ginny was being bathed, the rest of the party goers helped themselves to cake and we played pictionary. then Ginny returned, cleaned and with a bow on. Ready to demolish wrapping paper.

clean Ginny. complete with bow.

Before you see a photo of all the presents I have to say something. Most of you know that my husband lost his job. Actually his entire department at our university was cut. So we are currently on a very tight budget. Knowing that, the following pictures may seem somewhat shocking in their…um…excess. The truth of the matter is that we bought most of this stuff spread out over the last 12 months. As we saw stuff on sale that would fit Ginny later in life…we bought it. Then about a week ago I started pulling it all out of the various hiding places and wrapping it…and oh wow had it added up to a mound of STUFF! then you add the gifts that our guests brought and the whole pile just looks positively obscene.

Honestly, she is not as spoiled as this. I promise.

Now swear to respect me in the morning and I’ll show you the photo.

are you ready?

okay.

here goes.

Ginny's pile of loot

Like I said, obscene isn’t it?

She spent a long time opening presents (including stuff from her birth-family whom we love!!!!), playing with stuff, reading cards, and giving hugs.

Eventually the last guest was gone and it was time for the bedtime ritual with daddy…..

So lovely – and it’s great that someday when she’s older, she’ll have this to look back at. Even though she won’t remember a thing about it, there will never be a doubt in her mind how much y’all have always loved her –

The thank you to Martin for “you know what” from my dear sister was the time he spent isolating some frames from a few video clips I had taken of Juanita’s husband a couple of weeks before his death. They were the last live photos taken of him and were displayed for his family and friends at the wake held two weeks ago. Randy and Juanita were married for 45 years and were like two peas in a pod. She is missing him dreadfully. And I am too many miles away!

Pray for God’s strength for Juanita in the struggle that is ahead of her.

I believe I have viewed these photos of Ginny’s first birthday at least 50 times and I am only 1/2 a mile away from her! Love that girl!

The most profound things God ever does in our lives are never convenient. Sometimes God wants us to fight for what He has a mind to give us. Remember, He gave Joshua and the Israelites the Promised Land then told them to go in there and fight for their place in it. Sometimes we have to fight traffic and drive around the church seven times to get to some Promise Land. (Beth Moore)